New to the gym, wanting to prove something.
He hated being mocked; wanting to be king.
Walking past men who looked rough.
He laid on the bench thinking, ‘let’s see who’s tough.’
Lifting the bar he admired his own brawn,
When he turned and looked. There wasn’t any weight on.
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
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